Homestead

When I’m in Denmark I sometimes pass by my mothers birthplace. My mothers brother died childless, he was the last owner and third generation of farmers running the farm. After it was sold, the manor was taken down because it was in a very poor condition, by the new owners. Then nothing happened for twelve years, until recently, when the foundation for a new house was built. It’s been so sad to see all my childhood memories being turned into heaps of soil and rubbish.
I’m glad to see it broght to life again, where new memories can be made to take shape.